Nancy Fotheringham Cato
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I made the rising moon go back
behind the shouldering hill,
I raced along the eastern track
till time itself stood still.
The stars swarmed on behind the trees,
but I sped fast at they,
I could have made the sun arise,
and night turn back to day.
And like a long black carpet
behind the wheels, the night
unrolled across the countryside,
but all ahead was bright.
The fence-posts whizzed along wires
like days that fly too fast,
and telephone poles loomed up like years
and slipped into the past.
And light and movement,...